เข้าสู่ระบบSerena restrained herself, trying to keep her voice polite.
"I want to talk about my mother's condition. The doctor recommends that she be transferred to a larger hospital. I hope you'll consider covering her medical expenses." Claudia chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "Oh, so you've come to me asking for money?" Serena clenched her fists. "It's not like that. I just... you know my mother's condition. She needs better treatment." The woman took a sip of wine before looking at Serena with a condescending gaze. "Serena, you're far too naive. Do you think you can use the money in this house however you please? Remember, your mother is no longer part of the Collins family. I'm the lady of this house now." Serena held her breath, struggling to contain the anger rising inside her. "She's still Father's wife, and she's still my mother. She deserves the best care possible." Claudia scoffed and gave her a faint smile. "Then why don't you work harder and pay for your mother's treatment yourself? Stop relying on this family's wealth." "You're the reason my mother became sick. If you had never come into our family, she would still be healthy and happy." Serena could no longer force herself to be polite. "Haha..." Claudia laughed mockingly. "Stupid girl. Don't blame me for outdoing your mother. She simply wasn't capable of keeping her husband." Serena could not bear listening to Claudia's words any longer. She wanted to leave. But before she could take a step away, Claudia spoke again. "Your mother was too innocent and too kind, Serena. She was the one who brought me into this house herself. Naturally, I only took what belonged to me. As for her getting sick, that's her own problem." Hearing that, Serena turned around. Her anger could no longer be contained. "You can mock me all you want, but don't you ever insult my mother!" Serena shouted. She left Claudia behind, while the woman merely stared at her as though she couldn't believe her stepdaughter had raised her voice. As Serena walked through the corridor, her steps halted in front of Marissa's bedroom. The door was slightly open, and Marissa's sharp voice carried clearly into the hallway. Serena had no intention of eavesdropping, but the words struck her like a physical blow. "Ethan, I'm tired of this. I don't want to keep being your mistress," Marissa said sharply, no longer using her usual sweet tone. "I'm sick of hiding. I want you to choose. End that ridiculous engagement already." Serena bit her lip. The words felt like a slap across the face. She hoped she wouldn't have to hear Ethan's response, but Marissa switched her phone to speaker mode. From the other end, Ethan's voice came through just as clearly. "Marissa, you know it's not that simple. My parents arranged everything. They want Serena. I can't call it all off overnight." "Excuses!" Marissa snapped. "It's always your parents! I'm the one who's always there for you. I'm the one you come to for pleasure. I'm the one you say you love, yet you're still hiding behind your engagement to her. When am I finally going to be the only one in your life?" Serena closed her eyes. Her chest ached. Ethan fell silent for a moment before answering. "I care about you. But I can't recklessly go against my family. If I do, I'll lose everything. I need time." "Time?" Marissa nearly shouted. "I've already given you time all this while, Ethan! Do you think I don't have any self-respect? People are already talking about me behind my back. They think I'm nothing more than your mistress. Do you know what that feels like?" Ethan let out a heavy sigh. "Don't say that. You know you're the one I've chosen in my heart. Serena is just a family obligation." Serena could hear Ethan's voice rise slightly. Marissa fell silent. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, but no less piercing. "I'm tired of this, Ethan. If you really care about me, prove it tonight. Let me know I'm still yours." Ethan was quiet for several seconds. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep, as if he were thinking carefully. "Come to my apartment tonight. We'll talk. We'll be together. I've missed you." Serena held her breath, her body trembling. Those words cut far deeper than anything else. It felt as though the entire world had faded around her. Even though their relationship had begun as an arranged engagement, Serena had genuinely tried to love Ethan with all her heart. That was why his affair with her stepsister hurt her a thousand times more. And now, she was hearing with her own ears all the sweet words Ethan had never spoken to her. Serena took a step back, her body shaking violently. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. Every word had been crystal clear, stabbing straight into her heart. With unsteady steps, she returned to her bedroom. She entered and immediately locked the door behind her, her trembling hands fumbling with the lock. The moment her back touched the door, her tears broke free again. Serena sank to the floor and hugged her knees tightly. That night, she cried harder than she ever had before. All of her pain had piled together into one unbearable weight. The arranged engagement, her mother's illness, her father's indifference, her cruel stepmother, and now Ethan's confirmation that his heart had never belonged to her. Inside the locked room, Serena drowned in her sorrow.Serena stared at the computer screen on her new desk, wearing a half-bitter, disbelieving smile. This room was so different from her old workplace. Everything was elegant and minimalist, with the scent of fresh flowers filling every corner.The chair was comfortable, the desk was spacious, and there was even a small plaque bearing her name.Serena Collins, Personal Assistant to Mr. Steave Alexander Whitmore.She let out a silent little laugh."Wonderful," she muttered. "From an ordinary management position to the CEO's personal assistant overnight. Good job, Serena."At least my salary will be higher too, right?She leaned back and looked around. The employees passing through the floor worked in silence and with discipline. No one dared to look at her for too long. Everyone seemed to choose silence, pretending not to know anything.Serena realized that Steave's presence was genuinely intimidating to most of the people here. Even hearing his name alone was enough to make them straighte
Serena kept her head down throughout the journey to the office. Honestly, she still felt dizzy and drained. Dealing with Steave and all his lust was not easy. If things continued like this, Serena was starting to think she should just run away.But what could she do? Her life and death were already bound by a contract with that man.As soon as she arrived at the office, Serena went straight to the department where she worked and sat at her desk, trying to appear normal in front of her colleagues.But before she could even turn on her computer, one of the HR staff called her name. "Serena, please come with me to the HR department."Silently, she followed the HR woman's steps toward the office bearing the Wellington Management Ltd logo, the name of the company where she had worked for nearly three years.As soon as she entered, two HR staff members were already sitting there. One gave her a stiff smile, while the other appeared to be preparing several documents on the desk. "Please have
The next morning, Serena slowly woke from a deep sleep. She blinked, trying to gather her senses. Something felt strange, different from usual. Stretching her body, she felt a faint soreness in her muscles. Then she opened her eyes fully and looked around. Her heart immediately began to race when she realized she was in a room she knew all too well. Steave's bedroom. A flood of memories crashed into her mind. She remembered falling asleep on the living room sofa while waiting for Steave, who never came home. She remembered feeling heated touches on her body, touches that had made her shiver with both fear and desire. Then it all came back clearly. She and Steave had been together again last night. Shame and guilt surged through her. She hated herself for giving in to Steave, for betraying herself. Serena climbed out of bed with mixed emotions churning inside her. Steave wasn't in the room. Perhaps he had already left for work, or perhaps he was somewhere else in the apart
“These belongings will be moved to Mr. Steave's apartment. We're only carrying out orders.”“What?” Serena could hardly believe what she had just heard. “Steave? He's the one who told you to do this?”“Yes, Miss. The order came directly from him.”“Why? Why are my things being taken there?” Serena protested, grabbing hold of her suitcase as one of the men attempted to lift it.The man answered briefly. “Mr. Steave wants you to live with him starting tonight.”Serena fell silent, her face growing hot with a mixture of anger and confusion.“He never said anything to me! You can't just walk in and...”“We're only carrying out orders, Miss.”The man dipped his head politely before returning to work.Serena stood frozen as all around her, her personal belongings, her clothes, books, even the small potted plant she had always cared for, were being carried away by strangers.She quickly dug through her bag, pulled out her phone, and called Steave.But no matter how many times she tried, the
Today, rain had been pouring relentlessly since morning. London shimmered beneath the rainfall, the droplets blending with the still-dazzling sunlight.Serena sat at her desk, staring at a computer screen filled with reports. Her job as an administrative assistant in the financial management department demanded a high level of precision.Every document that came in had to be reviewed, reported, and archived perfectly.But that morning, she felt completely unmotivated. She hadn't slept at all the night before because she had been watching over her mother, who was still in a coma at the hospital.“Serena Collins, please report to Miss Liana's office now,” the HR secretary said.Serena had expected it. Sooner or later, she knew she would be called in.She straightened her blazer, took a deep breath, and walked toward the large glass office at the end of the corridor.She knocked twice before a voice came from inside.“Come in.”As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged woman with a bob h
The room was quiet, too quiet, with only Serena and her mother, still lying unconscious in a coma. Then a soft click came from the door. Serena turned quickly. The door to the hospital room, which had been closed moments ago, was now slightly ajar. A shadow stood behind it. Serena froze. The door moved, opening wider. Before Serena could say anything, someone stepped inside with quick strides and gently closed the door behind him. Serena stared in surprise as the door opened. She thought Ethan had returned, but her movement halted the moment she saw who was standing there. Steave. He wore a black shirt that contrasted sharply with his skin. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, making the veins in his forearms stand out. His gaze was cold, sharp, and impossible to read. Serena immediately rose to her feet on instinct, her heart pounding wildly. “Mr. Steave...” Her voice trembled. Steave walked in without responding. His eyes swept over Serena's pale face before briefly
After enduring a difficult night, Serena could finally breathe a little easier. Once Steave kept his promise to continue covering the medical expenses, the hospital immediately transferred her mother back to the intensive care unit. Her mother slept peacefully in the hospital bed. Her breathing wa
Serena hurried to Steave’s apartment.The sky had already darkened by the time she stood in front of his door. Her hand trembled as she pressed the doorbell. Once, twice, then the door opened, revealing Paul.“Good evening, Miss Serena,” he greeted calmly. “Mr. Steave has been expecting you.”Seren
Serena's eyes widened at his words.What?A man who appeared as dignified and powerful as Steave wanted her body as some kind of bargaining chip?That couldn't be serious."Don't joke around!" Serena exclaimed in disbelief. She hoped she had misheard him, or that Steave would take back what he had
The next day, Steave sat casually in his chair, his right arm supporting his chin while his fingers tapped against the desk. The office was designed with a masculine aesthetic, featuring sharp lines and dark tones.Paul, his most trusted assistant, stood straight before him. His expression was seri




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